𝐌𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐲 | 𝐗-𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬.

Y/N stretches and gets out of bed. He does some push-ups. Once he is done he grabs some fresh clothes and a towel, he leaves his room and walks down the hallway. Bobby stops him and greets him.

Bobby: Y/N. So we still on for tonight? John wants to know.

Y/N nods.

Y/N: Hope you both are ready to get your asses handed to in Smash Bro's.

Bobby laughs and Y/N does the same.

Bobby: Yeah, whatever, man. Hey, I'll catch you later.

He daps up Y/N and leaves. Y/N continues down the hallway and enters the bathroom so he can take a shower. After a bit he exits the bathroom and walks back to his room. Once in his room he reaches under his bed and pulls out a briefcase, he places it on the bed and opens it.

Y/N: Hello.

He grabs his collapsible bow and he thrusts his arm forward and the bow snaps open. He plucks the string a couple of times before putting on his suit and heads out of the room. On the way out he bumps into Scott.

Scott: Y/N, how are you doing?

Y/N: Good. Been doing good.

Scott smiles.

Scott: That's great. Where are you going?

Y/N holds up his bow.

Y/N: The Danger Room... I need to test some prototypes.

Scott: Oh, really now? Okay. Don't hurt yourself.

Y/N nods and places his hand on his shoulder.

Y/N: Don't worry, Scott. I'll be fine... Probably.

Scott lightly chuckles.

Scott: If you say so, Y/N.

He pats Y/N on the back and leaves. Y/N continues his way to the Danger Room and Y/N starts setting up dummies. Once he is done he gets into position and he holds his breath... He let the arrow go and the dummy goes down, and another, and they all fall like dominos. Y/N pulls an explosive tipped arrow and aims at a group of dummies, they explode and some parts almost hit him.

Y/N: Woah! Maybe this is not field ready.

He pulls out another arrow and this time it's an ice arrow, he's gotta thank Bobby for this idea. The dummies freezes up and he laughs with joy.

Y/N: This could be okay for the field. Maybe not the other.

Scott walks in with Storm.

Scott: Y/N, come on. He needs us.

Y/N: Who? The Professor?

Storm: Yes.

Y/N: Must be important then.

He stops and folds his bow before leaving with him. Y/N enters first and Logan gets startled by the skull faced helmet, he pops his claws and Y/N analyze his adamantium fused claws.

Y/N: Cool.

Logan tilts his head and Charles intervenes.

Charles: It's quite alright, Logan.

Y/N takes off his helmet and smiles at the man.

Y/N: Sorry about that, slick.

Logan hears a faint Brooklyn accent and Y/N walks past him.

Y/N: Professor.

Charles smiles at Y/N and he leans on the desk. Storm and Cyclops walk into the room.